Page 47 of Hearts of Fairlake

He might have protested the early end of the blowjob, but he wasn't arguing when he found out what my plan was, and he eagerly pulled at his clothes while I got out of my own. The clothes always ended up in a pile on the floor, and since I'd just found out we had the rest of the evening and the night together, we weren't leaving the house, so the clothes wouldn't be needed.

I dug out the lube and one of the toys Devin had bought. Personally, I didn't see the need or the appeal, but therewassomething pretty hot about watching him fuck himself on a toy. As much as I wanted to be the thing inside him, he definitely knew how to put on a show. Which only sparked a smirk on my face as I handed him both.

"Of course," he said with a shake of his head, but he still opened the lube and used it on the toy. It wasn't as thick as me but he still had to work to get it inside, knowing full well I was going to sit back and watch. More specifically, I was going to sit in front of him, laying back while he wrapped his lips around my cock once more and pushed the toy inside him. He could have used his fingers or asked me to do it, but no, he had to be stubborn and do it the hard way.

I knew the moment he'd successfully got the toy in by theway he stilled, his breath coming out in a gust against my stomach. Then he pushed it, using plenty of force to make sure the toy opened him up. As someone who didn't bottom very often, it always impressed me...and scared me a little at how good he was at it. He swore up and down that, yes, when there wasn't much prep, it hurt, but it was the kind of hurt he liked and could deal with.

I wasn't sure how to deal with that information, but I filed it away as a good thing, and moved on.

For me, it was the perfect fantasy brought to life. His entire body stretched out before me, his lips wrapped around my dick, opening himself up for me with little moans as his muscles relaxed. I ran my hand through his hair which was gradually growing sweatier, gentle as he bobbed, using my cock as a way to distract himself from the discomfort.

After a few minutes and plenty of fighting on my part not to lose it, I watched as the toy slid in and out of him with ease. With a smirk, I tapped his head, and he pulled off my cock. I was able to twist around to bend down and kiss him fiercely. I hadn't even fucked him yet, and he had that sweaty, warm glow about him that screamed satisfaction. And if I had my way, that look would be even greater, along with the questionable ability to use his legs.

Snatching the lube off the bed, I rolled over and spread it over myself before grabbing the toy and slowly pulling it out, letting it drop out of sight as I quickly replaced it with my dick. Even with the toy, I had to bear down a little before I felt him spread open to me, the grip tight and hot as I sank in the first few inches. The noise that came out of him had to be heard to be understood, but it sent a pulse of desire so strong into my guts that I thought it would cramp.

"God, I forgot how much I missed this," he groaned, his fingers gripping the comforter we would inevitably have to throw in the wash because we'd forgotten a towel...again.

"I sure didn't," I grunted, pushing another couple of inches into him and reminding myself that if I came right there, I wouldn't be fulfilling my mission to blow his mind.

Even though the toy hadn't done the total job, it had done more than enough for me to slide the rest of my dick into him until my hips pressed against his ass. I wiggled around until I could arch over his back and pulled out, loving the sight of me leaving him, stretching him once again when I pushed back in. His breathing was already harsh, and I was glad to know I wasn't the only one fighting the inevitable loss of control that was already coiling fiercely in my gut.

Before that, though, I made sure to get him nice and loosened up, allowing me still to feel the hold of him around my shaft but be able to move freely without fear of hurting him. That first cry of his when I snapped my hips forward and buried myself in one fell swoop was magic to my ears, and I savored it for a moment before rearing back and doing it again.

We knew it wouldn't be one of those nights where we took our time and savored every last feeling. It had been too long, and we'd already got our emotions up earlier. All there was for me was to give into the moment, to let his cries of pleasure wash over me as I pounded into him, mercilessly pinning him to the mattress with my thrusts. Our bodies clashed as I finally held his arms down, using them and my knees for leverage as I kept pounding.

I was so caught up in what I was doing that when he tightened around me, it took me by surprise. I didn't always manage to get him off with just my dick, but when it happened, my ego never failed to take it with a grin on its face. I swore in a strangled voice as I felt him pulse around me, yanking the last vestige of self-control I might have had away. With a grunt, I shoved hard one last time, buryingmyself completely as I came hard, my vision swimming before my eyes as I gasped and panted above him.

The last of my strength was used to carefully pull myself out so I could collapse onto the bed next to him. It hadn't been my intention for the night, but it wasn't something I was going to argue with. I'd already done enough arguing today as it was.

"This is...normally the part where you say you meant to last longer," Devin said with a little laugh and a grin. "But this time...it was me."

"I fucked it out of you, you won't hear me complain."

"God, you sure did. Didn't realize how much stress I had pent up inside me. Should've realized the best way to get my stress out is to let you fuck it out of me."

I was never sure if that was the 'right' way to handle his stress, but as I'd proven, I wasn't the type to question things if I didn't feel like they needed questioning. If sleeping with his boyfriend helped him work through his problems, why would I be concerned? If that was the only way he dealt with things, sure, but he also went for his normal runs and worked out when he could. He had the gardening he tried to do on occasion and always forgot about until weeds overtook it.

Plus, it was hard not to feel amazing that I could wipe the stress from him with my dick.

"I'm just glad you're not the person who wants a thirty-minute marathon," I said with a snort.

"Mmm, no thanks. Getting fucked for thirty minutes sounds awful." He chuckled, wiggling closer to me to kiss my jaw. "All I need is long enough to feel it, enjoy it, and come from it. And you're perfect for that."

I snorted. “I see you're back to flattering me. I must have done something right."

"You did. And when my legs start working again, I'm going to use them to get up and go make you some dinner."

"You don't have to do that," I grumbled. "We can order a pizza or something."

Devin snorted, pushing his face into my neck and kissing me softly. “Nope. You're supposed to be watching your blood pressure."

"Devin," I complained, actually whining because who the fuck was going to know that my boyfriend was capable of making me whine when no one had done it since I was five?

"Plus," he said, pulling his face from my neck and kissing my chin. "You took care of me. Now I want to take care of you."

"Getting dinner for sex makes me feel like a hooker," I said wryly, knowing I was already losing the battle.

He smiled gently and I felt my chest tighten at the happiness in his face. “Well, I like taking care of you. I'm at a place in my life where I'm not fighting a losing battle to take care of myself. I have enough of everything that I can take care of myself and other people at the same time. You've never really had someone to take care of you, and I want to. It's a good reminder that I have finally won the battle I've been fighting my whole life, and stuff like making you dinner or doing the laundry, cleaning the house, whatever, is a way to celebrate that."

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